Long Titian Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel birth cords sinuous 
sensing the ground   seeking the...

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The bay and titian milestone 
calls the universe 
On everything we have to remember 
2019 we met in joy
Raw in our hearts 
We gathered in love
Humble without pride 
We spoke in a voice 
They called...

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darkness, like Jonah 
held in the belly of the whale,
the end of a world;
closed-in time in dark spaces -
gives one, a hell of a time to think 

in the belly of the whale 
grew a...

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Hail to the thieves
that retrieve
lost trees. 

Hey! Where do you disappear?

Hail to the piercing taste of a pear. 

Hey! Why do you gaze at me so?

I don't need reality unless it's mine. 

Talk to me....

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Born in 1947 
a delicate post war child
So shy was she
and nervous too
a flimsy fragile flower
who when her mother took her out
     began to scream
     began to...

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I go to the art gallery often ...
          I like it all ... the Renaissance, Gothic, and Baroque period
       and...

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Man of melancholy - memories ashen and shadow gray,
heart harrowed, solicits solace from her psychic energy.
An offering, his woebegone weeping wildflower bouquet,
teardrops titian, sorrow scintillant, reflects rueful reverie.

Heart harrowed solicits solace from her psychic energy,
free...

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Dear Guardian Angel

O dear guardian angel,
   Why do you pick these wee night hours
For your dances of invisible radiance?
Aren’t  you to be leaning over 
In cradling protection while I sleep?
Instead, your cape...

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--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On the day she was born, the wind blew in, 
A...

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Teddy lives in a world of strife,
Where fight for existence is stiff.
He writes poems that show his daily struggle,
As he tries to understand why there’s no mingle
Between different tribes and clans;
God, well maybe has better...

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'Twas April Fourteenth, Seventy-Eight.
Lest any should repudiate
what on this very special date
the two of them were doin',

Let's for a moment contemplate
their entry to the grand estate,
the legal right to procreate
through mutual "I Do"-in'.

Our hindsight intuition
says...

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Teddy lives in a world of strife,
Where fight for existence is stiff.
He writes poems that show his daily struggle,
As he tries to understand why there’s no mingle
Between different tribes and clans;
God, well maybe has better...

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The art of conversation and Titian
 

Hail to the thieves
that retrieve
lost trees. 

Hey! Where do you disappear?

Hail to the piercing taste of a pear. 

Hey! Why do you gaze at me so?

I don't need reality...

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The peaceful quiet of the realm was still.
We had reached the summit of the hill.
The sun beating down on us in all its bright,
Adepts were relieved under the cloak of midnight.

We toured lush meadows and...

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Let the night embrace you with honey dreams,
Where you find your beloved dressed in tangerine,
She promises love and you kiss her marmalade lips, 
The trust you longed for, in her titian eyes is seen.


 ...

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It was time for day to bid adieu to the setting sun,
when tangerine hues blend with those of pale pink.
Not to miss the titian glow, I was afraid to blink,
now that the ebbing of twilight...

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Sacred and profane love by Titian - 1514

Love divine 

How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water is done. 
How it rains with the words half-denied, 
When...

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Ambition breeds ambition.
Ambition generates struggles.
The struggle to achieve; the quest to attain. 
The desires to reach a height, 
an effort to widen horizon.
An effort to spread tentacles.

Striving on a volatile ground,
ambition germinates on fertilizer.
Growing on...

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I could write a song about a sunset,
The awesome natural beauty of majestic rosy skies, 
But sunsets aren't aware they've been admired
And if I sang those words I'd be receiving no replies.
 
I could write...

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I will always hate the colour orange. Consider:
Last meeting was on promoting sales of necklaces,
The folder given was orange.

Going home was a one-lane affair,
An orange sign stated, “Works Ahead”.
Orange traffic cones lined the lane on...

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There is a land not far away
where magical unicorns run and play;
a land of imaginings and colors bold
where miraculous tales are often told.

A land where tree-nymphs dance and sing
and elves and gnomes the bluebells ring;
Dandelions...

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Love divine 

How it burns when it falls from the sky - 
how it hurts when the water is done. 
How it rains with the words half-denied, 
When the world looks for fabulous suns. 

How...

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"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors" 
                      ...

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